Author: Kendra Luehr PM
Part 2 up: Fuu's got a little secret of her own...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Mugen & Fuu - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,308 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 09-02-06 - Published: 08-30-06 - id: 3131761
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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Samurai Champloo, so there:-P
Fuu loved him more than anything she'd ever come across, including pretty samurai with glasses and darling little flying squirrels. Although Mugen was nothing but an insufferable little prick that liked to belch, drink and fuck, she couldn't help but find herself secretly drawn to him and his never ending dangerous streak.
Despite Fuu's knowledge of the blatant fact that the only way to Mugen's heart was either through food or big breasts, she liked to think that her bust and hips had finally grown to a sizeable degree. The Kawasaki boys up the street often sent her rather flattering catcalls about her nice legs and ass, but would Mugen, of all people find her to be attractive?
Her hair had grown considerably and her childish features had finally matured, the stunning intensity of her doe brown eyes also magnifying with time and luring in all sorts of men with their bewitching spell. She was the belle of Edo, after all, and yet there was only one man that she truly wanted…
Every time Fuu had found herself gazing upon his shaggy countenance she wanted to discover what laid beneath – not in that way, of course – but rather, what kind of a person he truly was inside. To her, Mugen seemed as if he were desperately trying to put up a front that would shut everyone out who could possibly care about him, and yet, in spite of all this, she greatly yearned to save him. She wanted him to look at her in a different light, to take her in his arms and show her his true colors – dammit, she wanted him to stop being such a stubborn ass and just tell her how he really felt!
Did he love? Did he need love?
Sighing, Fuu suddenly found herself staring at Mugen's damned WANTED poster for the umpteenth time that evening, her slender fingers fondly straying over the familiar contours of the face that she had learned to love to hate.
Every night it would go on like this: she would pull out his poster from beneath her kimono, become depressed, then curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep. She missed him, and by God, it hurt her far worse to realize that she'd never find him again more than it did to know that without him she was completely lost.
"Oh, Mugen" Fuu whimpered, "why did I let you leave me?"
Drying her eyes with the sleeve of her kimono, the dark-haired young woman stubbornly stuffed the poster back beneath her clothing and forced herself to stop crying. One way or another, she would move on…
A/N: Welp, that was CH 2…I'm rather disappointed with how it turned out, but meh. As long as you like it, I'm fine. :) The final chapter will be the next one since I had quite a few reviewers ask me to let them meet – don't worry, I WILL try extra hard to make that one worth your while! Please REVIEW! ;0)